While his master was enduring a long battle against drowsiness in front of a professional yapper, Hajin was busy tending to the flower beds around the annex's entrance.
The summer roses and hibiscus were in full bloom, with bright colors that would suit his master very much. But then again, his master would look pretty with any flowers.
"I see you also have quite the green fingers."
While he was contemplating which roses he should pluck for his master's bedroom, he heard a voice. Not enough to call it familiar, but Hajin remembered hearing it once before.
Looking up, he saw the middle-aged woman he remembered from that accursed family dinner. Right--it was the aunt. The three--or was it four?--times widower who spent her time traveling the world to 'look' for brands to be brought to the country.
Or so she claimed. Who knew if she was just using the company's money to fund her traveling hobby?
